Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.